INEBRIATED
The next target on Gordon Freeman's hitlist was a former drunk. Before entering the lab, he went back to his lab where he had a secret stash of a 24 pack of beer. He walked over to the lab of Craig and kicked the door open. There were three other scientists working with Craig. They saw Gordon.
"What the hell are you doing here?" A scientist asked.
"I'm done being your bitch," Gordon snapped.
"Who do you think you are?" Craig demanded.
Gordon set the pack of beer on a table and locked the door.
"You know Craig, I've always hated your guts."
Gordon pointed a .357 magnum at him. The scientists screamed.
"No please!" Craig shouted.
"I remember you use to order me around," Gordon said, "You're noting but a drunk asshole."
"I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sober now. I completed all the steps and haven't drank in 4 months."
"Yeah, you always said sorry doesn't cut it."
Gordon took a can from the pack and tossed it on the floor.
"You used to be drunk all the time," Gordon continued, "You'd come in here a cuss at everyone and treat people like shit. What happened to the old Craig?"
"I'm not like that anymore," Craig said.
"Bullshit! You've been craving a beer for months. Pick it up and drink it."
Craig saw the gun pointed at him and picked up the can.
"Drink it," Gordon ordered.
He opened the can.
"No don't…" a scientist pleaded.
"I have to," Craig said.
He drank the beer as Gordon smiled.
"Go on, drink the whole pack."
The other scientists looked on as Craig drank the beer. He began feeling lightheaded.
"Oh man, I really missed this," Craig mumbled, "This is so good. I can't believe I gave it up."
Gordon laughed.
"You imbecile," a scientist said to Gordon, "He was sober and now you made him drink again."
"I wanted to bring the real Craig out, the one who treated everyone like shit."
Craig stumbled into the counter as beer spilled on him.
"You made me give it up," Craig said to the scientists, "Took away my precious beer. It was my life."
"We wanted to help you," another scientist said.
"Shut up! I need beer."
"Craig, you were always an asshole," Gordon remarked.
"What? You Gordon, I always hated you. You're fired!"
Gordon laughed.
"Please, Craig!" A scientist said.
"Your wife left you," Gordon continued, "After you beat her in a drunken rage."
"He apologized and now they are in counseling," the scientist replied.
"That cheating bitch," Craig mumbled, "That little whore's been sleeping around. That tramp! That slut! She deserved that beating. In fact, I'm gonna go home and beat her ass until she makes me dinner."
Gordon took a can of beer and opened it.
"Want some more?" He asked.
"Give it to me!"
Gordon poured the beer on the floor. Craig fell and began licking the beer off the floor. The other scientists looked on in anger and disgust.
"Beer! I need more beer!" Craig shouted.
Gordon threw the empty can down and Craig drank the little bit that was left. Gordon took the last can out.
"Look, last one," Gordon teased.
"Beer! I need it, give it to me."
"Come and get it."
Craig stumbled over to him and Gordon moved the beer away from him. He desperately tried to grab the can, but Gordon kept moving it away while laughing. Gordon held it near the wall and Craig ran towards it. He moved the can away and Craig ran face first into the wall.
"Give me the beer!" Craig demanded.
"Well, only if I can have my job back," Gordon said, "That's all I want."
"Okay, okay, you can have your job back."
Gordon opened the can and tossed it on the floor. Craig drank the beer.
"You are the most despicable person to ever live!" A scientist said to Gordon.
"Wrong jerk off, take a look at what's on the floor."
"You brought this upon him."
Craig stood up and drank more of the beer.
"Hey Craig, turn around," Gordon said.
Craig turned around and saw the .357 magnum pointed at his face. He screamed and Gordon pulled the trigger. He shot the other scientists. Gordon picked up the beer can and dumped the rest of it on Craig. He threw the can at him and left the room.